i had every intention of going camping with dacoda tonight
but this morning at work I FELT LIKE I WAS GOING TO DIE or at least lose consciousness
i think i'm going to die every day but i rarely feel like i'm going to die.
[[i'm simply constantly aware that i (or anyone i know) can die at any moment, thus live my life in a neverending fear of the unknown]]
so my mom had to pick me up from work early so i wouldn't pass out while driving on my way home (a very likely occurence given the circumstances)
then i took a very long nap and didn't do much of anything,
you know, to lessen the chances of me dying
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